I'm writting this instead of sleeping. What if I forget it>

Today, I went to Da An school even though I had heard I had no class. I wanted to give my students a class picture and to say goodbye. I wasn't expecting to actually get to teach a class. My most naughtiest class was waiting for me with gifts and cards and cameras. They wanted to make sure I'd remember them and that they'd remember me. In class they asked me why I was going back to America. I told them it's because my family misses me and one girl piped up "But teacher, we're your family. Look he is your brother and she is your sister and there's your grandmother and you grandfather..." It was too much. I know now that I'll always have family in Taiwan. Then we got to go outside and toss a football around and run relays and swing and goof off. It was magical. I've never gotten to just play with this class before. They're really precious kids and if the Lord wasn't on my side I don't think I could have made it through all of the goodbyes.

I know it's a weird thing to say, but I hate leaving these kids...I keep expecting my heart to explode in my chest. I think at any moment it'll all be over and I'll cease to exist. It isn't an easy job God has given me. First he made me love these kids with all of me and then he asked me to leave them...ouch. Praise His name, I'm not doing this without His help!